LIFE Wordle 133

wordle 133

The sole inhabitant of the universe
felt an irresistible impulse for creation.
Before he could start, some maths were needed
to calculate distance –
precise limits or infinite capacity?
He – or was it she? – reflected mightily,
kneeling at the drawing board,
until the idea hit him
for a vast amorphous space,
governed by perpetual rhythm,
a wonder-filled place.

Fists clenched around the pencil
he started to draw, getting more excited,
whispering formulae,
inventing gravity,
the invisible control
that a physical entity emits
to hold everything together.
He/she was on the brink
of a mind-blowing design
for what turned out to be LIFE.

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27 Responses to LIFE Wordle 133

  1. Brenda says:

    Wow, I love this!

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  2. “precise limits or infinite capacity” perhaps life is the balance between the two?

    I do hope you’ll add your voice to the gratitude quilt this year Viv.

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  3. Morgan says:

    Absolutely amazing! Love this 😉

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  4. Tony Maude says:

    I can hear your creator chanting her/his mantra – Measure twice, cut once … smiles

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  5. claudia says:

    that is mind blowing design indeed… the creative spark every artists wishes for…inventing gravity… how fascinating this must have been

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  6. seingraham says:

    Nicely done…a down-to-earth creation story; I could really get behind this one I thing, agnostic and all…

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/11/because-i-am-acolyte.html

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  7. 1sojournal says:

    Love your two part creation story, delightful to read really well woven,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/11/03/winds-of-rebellion/

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  8. This is funny because I read it AFTER your “back to the drawing board” line in the other poem. And yes, it was all set to be mind-blowing and wonderful, until the Industrial Revolution, among other enterprises… Well done! Amy

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  9. daphnepurpus says:

    I really enjoyed this! Wonderful!

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  10. Pamela says:

    Love your story of creation,Viv. Very nice indeed.

    Pamela

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  11. 1tressa says:

    A creation myth with very strong, very human visuals. Well done.

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  12. Superb, Viv. This piece builds in intensity. I love it.

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  13. colonialist says:

    This is quite mind-blowing. Superbly done!

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  14. barbara_y says:

    I’m glad I read them backward (already knew part 2. sigh)
    This one’s a joy, though.

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  15. WabiSabi says:

    I think this may be my favorite creation story EVER! Thanks for sharing I will be smiling about this all day. I’m off now to read the sequel!

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  16. veronicabalfourpaul says:

    Yes! I love creation stories, this one especially.

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  17. oldegg says:

    I loved the contradictions of needing drawing board, pencil, gravity and maths before creation was possible. He, she or it must be laughing.

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  18. Now I can see this idea in the words! I like the idea of the drawing board before all the creations are made.

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  19. Irene says:

    Wow, a creation story that’s dazzling!

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